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Best Poems From
TIMOTHY VENARD
(November 29th 1995)
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A Hero?
Her hero is pretty and thin
Her hero is a hero to many
A hero of fame and a hero of fortune
A role model, a hero of glamour
Her hero is a hero to many
His hero is fit and fast
His hero is a hero to many
A hero of sport, a hero of games
A role model, a hero of victory
His hero is a hero to many
Her hero is clever yet plane
Her hero is a hero to few
A hero of science, a hero of logic
A role model, a hero of knowledge
Her hero is a hero to few
His hero is a hero of art but he is poor
His hero is a hero to few
A hero of word a hero of writings
A role model, a hero of language
His hero is a hero to few
But thats the thing with your heros....
Hero worship is only skin deep.
Timothy Venard
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Why Carpediem
Carpediem
It means seize the day;
Try and enjoy life
The skys not that grey.
Easy for them to say
They have Dont have it bad
They dont know how you feel
And it drive you mad
They can seize the day
If they bloody want it
But in this day and age
The day aint worth my spit
Your life maybe be hell
And it turns you insane
Carpediem
A phrase for the mundane
So why should I Carpediem
Should I conform and live life for them
I take my dignity
Thats my Carpediem
Timothy Venard
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Sing Softly the Songs of Your Angel
Sing softly the songs of Your angel
Let Your angel let you sleep
For Your angel, in her wisdom
has begun her angels song.
Sing softly songs of Your angel.
It holds the angels power
It lets the angel let You laugh
It lets the angel make You cry
Sing softly songs of Your angel
In your angel You must trust.
Your angel only cares for You.
Your angel wont let anyone hurt You.
WHEN YOU ARE LONELY
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES.
SING SOFTLY SONGS OF YOUR ANGEL
YOUR ANGEL IS WITH YOU
Sing softly the songs of Your angel
Let Your angel let You sleep
For Your angel, in her wisdom
has begun her angels song.
Timothy Venard
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The Outcasts
What lies outside my bars,
Where the wild beast run free?
Why am I forced to lurk in the shadows,
And never to show who I really am?
While ostentations peers,
Amaze and amuse their friends
Who am I?
I am the beast
I am locked up
I am unable to be accepted
The light of freedom shines on the young.
But not me
The light of courage shines on y friends.
But not me
The light of confidence shines on my friends.
But not me.
Who am I?
I AM AN OUTCAST
Timothy Venard
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